‘You don’t love me,’ she said, her head popping in through the gap in the curtain, startling me.
‘What?’ I asked, blinking away the dryness in my eyes.
‘I read your blog’, she said, stepping slowly in, ‘all the posts.’
‘Finally!’ I swivelled my chair to face her. ‘So? What d’you think?’
‘I just told you. I think you don’t love me.’
I plucked away my antiglares, sure, I wasn’t going back to what I was doing for a while now; and taking her hand, I tugged her down on the chair before me. ‘I’m not sure I understand you, baby. You get that feeling from reading my blog?’
‘Yes.’
‘Would you care to explain, how?’
‘Sure. To begin with, all your stories and poems and even thoughts are about women, and – ’
‘No, they aren’t!’ I said, immediately on the defensive, scrolling through them all in my mind, rapidly.
‘Oh.’ She crossed her legs, as a devilish shadow passed over her face. ‘But, they are.’
I laughed. ‘You haven’t read them all, then.’
‘You sure, you really wanna do this?’ The glint in her eyes warned me, but I sat quiet, looking at her, and still thinking. ‘Very well.’ She sat straight against the back of the chair, folding her hands in her lap. ‘Let’s settle this first, then. Remember your very first story,’ she began, ‘it was about a girl trekking a mountain. Right?’
I nodded.
‘Good. The second one – about a kickass ex-girlfriend – ’
‘Ex-girlfriend?’ I cut her. ‘That was about two people – the couple. Not the girl alone.’
‘But who was the center figure in the story?’ she fired back, jerking forward.
‘The couple,’ I replied, defiant.
‘Really? Okay. Tell me who was the more successful of the two?’
‘The girl, but – ’
‘More dominant?’
‘The… girl…’
‘Had better dialogues?’
‘Okay. Okay. Got your point.’
With a flicker of a victorious smile brightening her face, she leaned back, tossing her hair to one side. ‘Good that we agree. Now, there is no doubt about the next one The Bride. It’s self explanatory. Right?’
‘A couple there too,’ I murmured, barely audible even to myself.
‘Sorry?’ She raised her eyebrows, daring me to come out with it. I did not. So, she continued, ‘Then comes the one where a girl was shopping high up in the mountains.’
‘Now, that was about the man’s journey,’ I squealed, throwing my arms up.
‘Of course, but a journey that ended in his getting the reward: the girl.’
‘The girl, who had much less words devoted to her in the story than the man did.’
‘But who still was the only reason for him to stay back, and the story to exist.’
‘You are nuts,’ I said. ‘What is your point? Do women not deserve to be written about, or what?
‘Of course, they do!’ she said, indignant. ‘If anyone in the world deserves it, it’s the women. We are the best creation of God: more beautiful, loving, and enduring. We can enslave the whole humanity tomorrow, you know, if only we could all see the false morality enforced on us by the men, for the prison it really is.’
I looked at her for a couple of seconds, imagining myself as a slave. ‘I’m glad we are on the same page as far as that goes,’ I said. ‘So, what the hell is the problem, then?’
‘The problem, my love, is that the women you write about – they are all other women.’
I leaned back in my chair, trying to follow her drift. ‘Of course they are. But, you know they are all imaginary.’
‘I know they are.’ She gave me a look. ‘But you clearly seem to be spending much more time with them in your imaginations than you do with me.’
‘What?’ A laugh escaped me, but she was sitting still, scowling at me. ‘Okay,’ I said, patiently, ‘you are being funny now. You know we spend the whole day together, especially since this lockdown thing, and they, the women you’re talking about are unreal.’
‘But they,’ she snapped, ‘still occupy your mind most of the day; the day, you claim, we spend together. And, what is reality, anyways? Something that the mind believes in. Isn’t it? And I know you believe in them.’
I did not know what to say to that. She was not altogether wrong.
‘And forget about the quantity of time,’ she kept going, ‘it’s the quality of it you devote to them that troubles me the most. Like in one of the poems, you are tracing the shape of someone’s nails, and in another lifting that featherweight babe up in your arms. You have no idea, how disturbing it could get to see your partner talk so lovingly about other women.’
‘But they are fictitious!’ I repeated, helplessly. ‘I make them up just to convey my point. And I forget them.’
‘Do you, really?’ she raised an eyebrow.
‘Well…’
‘And not just that, while you’re at it, you feel them too. Intimately,’ she added.
‘Yes. I do. I need to be honest about their feelings.’ Then pausing, I stared at her. ‘What d’you mean I feel them, intimately?’
‘You know what I mean.’
‘God!’ I flipped my laptop close in anger. ‘I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Are you really serious?’ I picked up the glass of water from my table, drank it whole, and kept it back with a loud thud. ‘And then you say, “be free of any fear, inhibition, and write your heart out.” Is that how I’m going to be able to write my heart out?’
She looked the other way.
‘And by the way,’ I said, turning her face back towards me, ‘talking about poems, why don’t you mention the one where I talked about the equality of women? Yes, yes, it was again about women, I agree, but there wasn’t anything intimate there for sure?’
‘You’re not getting it,’ she said, sighing. ‘The fact remains the same. They are all other women, even in that one. You know, I don’t sweep, or cook, all the time, like the ones in that poem.’
That reminded me of the rice I had boiling in the kitchen. I quickly got up, dashed out, and came back a moment later, having turned the stove off.
‘So what do you want from me?’ I said, flopping back down into my chair, tired and sick of the argument. ‘Should I stop writing? I can do that if you want.’
‘No!’ she said.
‘Then?’
She leaned forward, her features turning soft. ‘Just give me a better representation in your thoughts,’ she said, taking my hand in hers. ‘Could you not write about me for a change, and let me also take flight in your poems, and finish journeys in your stories? Is there nothing interesting you find in me anymore?’
‘Hey, don’t say that. You know that’s not true.’ I brought her hand to my lips, pained that she did not catch how much of her I had already shared through my writings, in a dialogue here, and a detail there. ‘Okay. Will my doing that make you happy?’
‘Yeah. Very.’ She smiled.
‘Then my next post is going to be about you, in all honesty.’
‘Thanks so much!’ She got up, beaming, and settled in my lap, curling up against me. ‘You know what?’
‘Uh huh.’
‘I love you.’
‘Love you too, girl.’
‘I know,’ she said, and then gave me a lingering kiss. ‘My break is almost over, love,’ she whispered, when our lips parted, ‘and I need to go back.’
She had reached the door, when I called out. ‘You know what?’ She turned around with a pleasantly expectant face. ‘They are not really all about women.’
‘What?’
‘My writings on the blog. Not all of them are about women.’
The expression on her face changed. ‘Don’t get me started again, love.’
‘The Passionate Ones, that’s not about women.’ I grinned.
‘No? But the title suggests something different. Doesn’t it?’ she hit back. ‘Who’s to say what form of passion you really held in your fertile imagination while writing that piece?’
‘The inner passion – ’ I cried, ‘for ambition, for goals, for life’s purpose!’
‘Or the one triggered by the touch of a woman.’ She crossed her arms, and shrugged. ‘Who knows?’
‘I know!’ I said, getting up from my chair, part frustrated, part impressed by her. ‘Okay then, what about the latest one – Poisonous Fruits? You sure can’t find fault with that.’ But before she opened her mouth, and twisted it, I hastily put my own explanation just to condition her mind, ‘It’s clearly about good people leaving too soon, the way sweet fruits do, and wicked ones staying too long just like the poisonous ones. Right?’ I heard the desperate plea in my voice as I looked at her.
‘Could as easily be about the sweet girls that left you too soon, like sweet fruits do, and this bitter one staying far too long, like the poisonous ones.’
‘Hey, what are you saying?’ I immediately stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. ‘Bitter? Are you mad, or what? You’re the sweetest of them all, baby. I mean… you’re the only one.’
She sank into my arms, smiling, nestling against my chest. ‘I know.’
‘And thanks for taking out the time and reading the blog. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to.’
‘No you didn’t. And it was all my pleasure,’ she said, gently disentangling herself. ‘Now lemme go prepare.’ She glanced at the clock. ‘I have a video conference in twenty minutes.’
‘Okay.’ I reluctantly let her soft hand slip out of mine, as she turned around, and immediately caught her back from the waist. ‘Hey.’ I whispered, burying my face in her warm neck.
She gasped, responding to my slightest touch like a tensely strung guitar. ‘I really… need to go, love,’ she pleaded.
‘Uh huh…’ I found myself pulling her tighter against me, losing myself completely in her fragrance, and then summoning a firm resolve from within, I let her go. ‘Okay. Go finish whatever it is, and come back soon.’
She stood there, took a deep breath, and then sighed. ‘Hmm. Sure,’ she said, moving to the dressing mirror to steal a last look.
‘By the way,’ I asked her, suddenly recalling it, ‘did you miss reading The ill-willing well-wisher?’ I was sure she could not have sniffed a woman in this last remaining piece.
‘Mmm… that one…’ She kept the comb down, and began carefully stepping away. ‘Two men in one room,’ she said, wrinkling her nose, ‘Nah. I couldn’t finish it. I think I hate stories without a female character in there somewhere.’
Our eyes met, as I looked up at her. She winked. And, then deftly swaying aside, as I lunged forward to grab her, she slipped out of the room, laughing out loud, leaving the curtains rippling behind her.
© Sundaram Chauhan
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Beautiful narrative..
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Thanks Krish…:)
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Wow. Was this a true story?
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Haha… that depends, she is saying, whether my portrayal of her came across positive. If yes, then I am allowed to announce it based on real events, else a total mindless fabrication. 😀😀 Thanks for stopping by Julia… 🙏🙏
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It’s a great narrative with amazing content, also linking many previous posts. I’m saving this to read the linked posts later.
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Thanks for the kind words Anisha..🙏🖖🙏 Really happy that you enjoyed it. 🤸🤸
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This is really cool… I love meta/process style pieces. You have one amazing gal there, that’s for sure… whether she is real, or imaginary. ;)) :)) Definitely hang on to her. ❤︎❤︎
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Hahaa..🙌🙌 Yes, I have been. 😀😀 Thanks Lia… Happy to see your face in the comments section. 🙏🎼🙏
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Sorry I missed this till now! :)) Perfect answer… and thank you. Haha, is it truly better than a pierced heart tho? 😜💘😉🤓😆😁🙌
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Haha… a heart is always truer, isn’t it? But a face brings warmth. I love them both, for I choose to receive love. And I get them through your words. 🏵️🌸🙏🤘
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Awwwwwww!!!! the heart behind this face is completely melted right now. All piercings momentarily dissolved/healed. ;)) 🥰😆🙏😊 thank you for the lovely kind words Sundaram. 🤜✨🤛 🙌🎶🎶🙏🤩
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Always a pleasure sharing with you, Lia. 🙏🙏
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Love this.
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Thanks Cath… 🙏😀🙏
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Nice! Love this one!
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Thanks Kay…🙏🙌🙏…
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A very real story. Thank you for baring your thoughts and emotions in this piece and sharing them with us. 🙂
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Absolutely my pleasure writing it. Thanks Hamish. 🤜🤛🤘🙏
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Very inspiring and reality.. keep soaring
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Thanks Kingsley…🙏…you too…☺
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That’s a lovely narrative. Good one🙂👍
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Thanks Rez…🙏…have an awesome day..🙌🤘🤘
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This is such a sweet post. I was smiling and laughing throughout. It has all the elements of humour, love, wit and your helplessness 😄
Between I loved the way you described your girl. She seems great, hang on to her.
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Haha..sure…thanks 😀🤜🤛😀 And I’m really glad it made you smile and laugh, I’m paid well for the efforts then. Take care…🤘🙌🙏
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My pleasure. Have a great day ahead.🙌
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Beautifully written.
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Thanks so much…🙏
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amazing blog……………..plz check out my ch 6,7,8 and give yr views
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I think this post is solely about her… Loved the concept and the plot.😍 If it all is a part of reality even a little bit, then that girl is lucky 🌹
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Thanks Sadaf 🤘🙏🤘 It’s a huge compliment if you think so. What is reality anyway 😬 something that we believe in 🙌 and I believe in her 😁😁😁. Take care…🤘🙌🎼🤜🤛
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Wow! Honestly, you are the writer but this girl seems to have you tongue tied. I love her witty replies and was smiling throughout.If she’s real, hang on to her, buddy!😊
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Hey Shreya…👋 Glad it brought a smile to you…☺🤘 Real or not, she is one hell of a woman, and I’m not gonna let her go…😁😀 Thanks for sharing in the smiles. Take care. 🤜🤛🙏🙏
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You take care too!😊
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Gorgeous, Sundaram! I love it!
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Yay! Vera is back. Missed you my friend. And thanks. 🤜🤛🙏
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I really hope this isn’t real. Babe gotta befriend the boy and the imaginaries 🤗😎😋. Beautiful!
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Absolutely…she’s got to. 🤘👊🤘 The boy comes with a quirk. 😀🤜🤛😁
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I kinda got lost in the story 😅😍
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Thanks pia 🙏🙌🙏
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Welcome 😄
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So it was much different piece from you. I mean you always write something different but this had something.
Apart from the amazing description, the way you poured the thoughts of the characters is so good.
The girl at once felt like insecure or possessive to me. But later I felt that she knew that the guy really loves her. Just that she wanna hear it. She wanna feel that words.
The man is very understanding, again. He is honest. Even though he doesn’t say it aloud but it is pretty much reflected the way he speaks or by the looks on his face. And I can feel that part when he mentions that she is there in his every story in some way or the other. *in a dialogue or a detail*
Coz the man also loves her and it’s always that the girl is there in his sub conscious mind, even when writing. So it’s natural that he can’t just keep her untouched in his writings.
The girl somewhere finds her too in his blogs but then she can’t bear to lose even a part of him. She wants an assurance!
Well, I guess it’s a mixture of your fragments of imaginations but very much inspired by real events!
Waiting for your next post, Sundaram.💫✨
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You made my day with your awesome comment, Chetna. 🙌🙌 I just love your interpretations. You see so minutely. 😀😀 Thanks a ton my friend to leave such lovely words for me to read again and again, and understand more about my writing. Take care 🍻🌸🙌🙏
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P.S. Everything I write is inspired by real events, at least to some degree, you know. But I will never admit it. 😀😀 Never. 😁😁 Have a great day. 🙌🙌
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I know. The way you pour the feelings just feel so damn real.
You just did admit, anyways.😄
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Oh, you’re too observant to keep it a secret anyways…but others don’t know yet… so shshhhh…😀😀
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Deal seal.🤐😄
But for that you have to tell me when are you posting your next story??😛
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If only I knew it myself Chetna
..🤘🤘… I dump three before I finalize one. But I have three at the moment so one at least is assured. 😀😁 Thanks for asking girl…🤘👍🤘
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Now I am curious to read all three.😂😂
Waiting……
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Haha… here I sit on my laptop…🍵🤘🤘🍻
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Okay. Now I have really written like whatever I felt. Deal with it if you can.😅
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And I am grateful for that honesty… and don’t worry I can deal with whatever you have to say. So never ever mince words. Keep them flowing. 🖖🎼🎼🙏🙏
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very cunning: I admire the way you insinuated many of your posts into one; clever — and I like the concept of the blogger on the defensive against what he’s posted 🙂 I take my hat off to you’ daring and successful 🙂
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Thanks so much John. 🙏🙏 It was an experiment. Glad you appreciate the interweaving of the previous posts. It was a hurdle to the story to begin with, but there appeared a way as I went ahead with it. Appreciate the compliment. 🙏☺️☺🙏
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This is such an entertaining situation and so skilfully told.
Gwen.
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Thanks Gwen 🙏☺️🙏 Glad you like it. 🌸🎼🙏🙏
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Imagination is always better than reality. There are so many women who can’t understand this. Some men too. I find that an active imagination is one of the keys to maintaining a long term relationship.
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Absolutely. I agree. What a boring thing life would become in its absence. Thanks for sharing your thoughts David. 🙏🙏🙏
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David, I tend to agree with you that imagination is always better than reality..but I haven’t stopped trying to prove otherwise. Writing is a way to do that safely.
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Hi Anna. You are right. We can’t give up on reality. I find that it is much easier to take and even enjoy the real world when I feel a fullness from within.
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Are you writing a book
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Not yet Kingsley. But some day for sure. ☺☺ Thanks for asking. 🙏🙏
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Okay… keep soaring
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Thanks. 🙏🙏
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Definitely my favourite by far!!!! Loved the way you linked your old posts… so intelligently done! And above all, the GIRL… yes, certainly a delight!!!! Omg how much I loved reading this!!!
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You sure have brightened my morning today, Angana, with all these unexpected words of love. Take care, and enjoy your day…🤜🤛🌸👊🎉
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Love!
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Thanks, and more back to you…🍀🍀🙏
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I love this!!
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Thanks so much for the kind feedback…🙏🙏🙏☺☺
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You’re welcome!
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The struggles of a writer… The mind of a writer, the lover of the writer…
My my ooh my… Wonderful read,, I had an almost similar argument… You have captured it so authentically. Thank you for the read.
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You understand it then…😀😁 Thanks so much for stopping by, and leaving such kind words Kiregi…🙏🙏🙏
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Most certainly I do…
You are welcome… 😊😙
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This was sweet, cute… fun way to find out your love supports and really dives into your work. I was captivated from the start!
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Thanks so much for such a nice comment…🙏🙏🙏 Glad you enjoyed it…🍀🍀🍀☺️
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It was captivating in the subtlest of ways. Thank YOU
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I am smiling big…😀😀 Thanks 🤘🙏🙏🤘
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I was about to sleep but when I started reading the first few lines–I just had to finish till the end.
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That’s the biggest compliment I’ve received in a long time. Thanks so much 🤜🤛🙏🖖👊
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You’re a good writer. I will follow along, but I only do such things if you interact in return. That’s my deal. Up to you if it’s worth it.
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Thank you for stopping by my blog post and liking it too! I’m a newbie you see, so any new traffic is a cause of enthusiasm. Thank you also because it egged me on to look you up and thus here I am! You write beautifully and your short stories are a revelation.
The restrictions here in Melbourne have been a boon for time poor people like me who can now finally connect with other fellow bloggers like yourself and remain inspired to continue on my blogging journey too 🙂
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I wish you all the success on this journey of yours…keep writing and keep inspired. 🖖🤘🖖🖖
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if you have some free time visit my site also 😉 thank you
https://dietmine.wordpress.com/2020/09/11/sleep-paralysis/
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Sure… I will… :))
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Clever; but it’s all about winning, isn’t it?
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If you’re talking about the power tussle between the partners, you’re right…🤜🤛👍👍
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That was a wonderful read Sundaram! Both of you had very quick and intelligent banter, like two Masters in a sword fight, but, she pointed out something (she being the writer, being you:) which is so very true, “And, what is reality, anyways? Something that the mind believes in. ” That is all that is needed to form, even for a conversation, a new reality or new way to look at reality. Existing and creating in virtual worlds has taught me that. If I have a reading coming up..believe me, just like in Real Life, I get stage fright, if I lose a relationship there, I cry and feel loss, and if someone was looking over my shoulder, I would not be surprised if they weren’t a little jealous:) I related to both sides, and I loved how you portrayed her.. it made me see that you can step out of yourself and see from the eyes of your co star, be her, say lines like her and in the end, feel she got her point across..Only a good writer can do that so easily! ❤️
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Thanks a ton dear Karima for yet again brightening my day with your comment. How much I love to hear from you about my writings, I can’t tell you. Such masterly hold you have over sentiments, psyche, and language. If you ever get enough time, I’d like to invite you to read my other stories too, especially ‘The Trek’, and ‘The Bride’, both being written from a woman’s perspective. Take care my friend. 🙏🍀🙏
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Yes, I definitely will read them both, inshallah, soon:)
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Thanks so much….looking forward to your feedback. 🙏🍀🙏
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I love great dialogue. Superb! I actually imagined it being performed as a one act play. Again…great dialogue~
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Hey thanks so much… A one act play you say…wow…that’s a good idea…appreciate the kind words…🙏🙏🙏
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🙃 ✌
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Well, woman is too real to believe her…!!
Well articulated. The man’s honestly honest mind, capitulated the woman’s mind….!!
There’s a saying in Tamil, “Jadi की etha moodi“ which translates to a perfect lid for a jar…!!
Looking forward to read more!!
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Hey KK…🤘🤜🤛 Thanks so much for visiting. Glad that you enjoyed it. 🍀🍀
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Perhaps I should consider it a blessing that my spouse doesn’t read my writing. I can’t always say that my imagination is my only muse. It’s just the way it is.
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Yeah …it does give you more freedom to write, I agree…
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Your story writings seem real happenings than imaginary.. Wonderfully written.. Superrrb
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Thanks so much…that’s an awesome comment…:))
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Hi Sundaram. Long time no see 😦 I missed you here on WordPress. I hope everything is fine at your end during these tough times. This post is surely delightful, Sundaram. Keep writing great content for us. Sending lots of love 🙂
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Hey Zarbakht…nice to hear from you. I’m doing well. Hope you’re good too. And thanks for asking… keep inspired…🙏🤜🤛🙏
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Nice post
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Thanks buddy…:))
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What a lovely content…. Is this a fiction or real?…
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Fiction….with a sprinkle of reality…😀 Thanks so much…🙏🙏
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Grtttt lovely 😇
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A GREAT STORY!
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Thanks so much! :))
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you are most welcome…Sundaram !
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